We like to take walks around our neighborhood in the evenings. The older kids ride their bikes and we push E in a stroller. Sometimes Little E runs along beside us, but that stopped after Sugie ran over him with her bike. Yep, that's right. She plowed down my precious baby boy. He's ok. I'm not. That sequence of events will forever be ingrained in my mind. But, he's fine - just had a little road rash and a bump on his head. Anyway, I digress...
Buddy would stop riding his bike every now and then, get off his bike, wiggle around, and then resume riding. After about the third time of this, we had this conversation:
Me: Buddy, what are you doing?
Bud: Nothing, Mom.
Me: Well, let's get going then.
Bud: I can't, Mom.
Me: Buddy, what is the problem?!?
Bud: I have a goochie.
Me: A what?
Bud: A GOOCHIE!!
And, then he proceeded to adjust his undies. Oh.... a wedgie!!
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